Hello! Okay this is my second fic and I hope it does much better then my
first one which I thought was pretty crappy. Oh Tomoyo and Sakura are 16
here when Eriol and Syaoran are 17.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything so don't sue me.
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Untitled at moment
By evil camera
"Okay, now can anyone tell me the answer to this quotation?"
'No, these sleeves are too puffy.'
"Daidouji-san?"
'That's even worse then before!'
"Daidouji-san!"
"What!" Tomoyo yelled at the teacher looking up from her notes, or rather sketches.
"Daidouji-san, you may be a top fashion designer in Tokyo but that doesn't excuse you from paying attention in class," the teacher replied sighing and turning back to the board.
"Yes, Madam Snake," Tomoyo mumbled turning to a fresh page.
"What was that?" the teacher asked turning around looking at her.
Tomoyo quickly pasted a smile on her face "I didn't say anything," she said sweetly. The teacher stared at her questioningly before turning back towards the board again.
After school Tomoyo and her friends were discussing plans for later. "How about the movies?" Sakura suggested.
"Nah, there aren't any good ones anymore," Syaoran said.
"Okay how about we go to that new café down the street?" Sakura said.
"That's a great idea, c'mon lets go," Tomoyo said walking a little faster to her car. "Tomoyo-chan, are you sure. I mean you don't have any plans right?" Sakura asked looking at her best friend.
"Of course not I cleared my schedule. The only thing that could pull me away is." Tomoyo's phone cut her off.
"Moshi, moshi. Can I help you?" Tomoyo asked speaking into the little red phone.
"Ummm, yes. Ms. Daidouji the new vice president is here."
"Ohh, well I'll be there soon, ok, bye." Tomoyo turned off the phone and looked at her friends "Guys I'm so sorry, new employee, I'll see you later k?" she said as she got into her black convertible.
"Yeah, oh and don't forget the blind date you have at 6:30," Sakura said quickly as Tomoyo started up the engine.
"I won't." She yelled before she drove away.
"You know, I just don't get it. Why do are you still setting her up after 18 turn downs?" Syaoran asked as they started walking again.
"There is always hope Syaoran, always hope," Sakura said cheerfully.
Tomoyo parked in her usual spot and walked towards the towering office building. "Rachael are you sure this was the only time he could come?" Tomoyo asked the American secretary as she stepped into the large area in front of her office.
"He wouldn't come any other time miss," Rachael said handing Tomoyo a manila folder.
"What's this?" Tomoyo asked flipping through it.
"His profile."
Tomoyo stepped into her office to see a teenager sitting in the leather chair before her desk. Tomoyo sat down looking up at him, he couldn't have been more then three years older then herself. Midnight blue hair, sapphire eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. He was cute.
'But just look at his clothes!" Tomoyo thought. He was wearing a regular dress shirt and tie, and Tomoyo hated formalities.
"Well Hiiragizawa Eriol," she said looking through the folder, " I see that indeed you are qualified enough to be our new vice president. Hi grades, organized." she said not looking up. (A.N. Ok now she starts talking about the rules and stuff so lets just skip that part)
"Ummm Daidouji-san can I say something," Eriol said after Tomoyo had finished, "I've seen your designs and aren't they a bit eccentric?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Tomoyo said looking up.
"I mean that in my opinion they're just a little too colorful and how do I say this. clownlike."
(A.N. In this story most of Tomoyo's designs are like when she was ten)
'Ok don't kill him Tomoyo, we can't afford to lose the only person whowas daring enough to take this job.' Ignoring her thoughts Tomoyo exploded.
"Hey my clothes are meant for those that are daring, and I don't think you have the right to critizize me on that!" she shouted.
"Well excuse me for giving you some constructive criticism," Eriol said calmly shrugging.
" Constructive criticism! Why you!" Tomoyo was about to throw a paperweight at him but restrained herself. " Hey, just shut up and leave," she said sitting down and rubbing her temples.
Eriol got up and slammed the door ever so slightly but still causing Tomoyo to wince.
'I hate him. Ha and to think you thought he was cute earlier. Shut up!' Tomoyo was constantly arguing with herself on the strangest things.
'Oh who cares, as long as I'm here I should work a little." Tomoyo thought turning to the drawing board. Thirty minutes later Tomoyo gazed up at the steel clock and rushed out of the room.
The clock read 6:15.
When she arrived at the restaurant Tomoyo soon found her blind date.
'Oh my god, he is ugly! And just look at his clothes!' As soon as she sat down and greeted him he started rambling on about stocks. Tomoyo sighed and leaned back in the chair.
'This is going to be a long night.'
When she arrived home a letter awaited her on her desk.
"One of the maids must have put it here," she said quietly picking it up and looked at the address. Disgusted she threw it in the trash can without even opening it.
To Tomoyo Daidouji From Sonomi Daidouji
A.N. Well did you like it? I hope you did. I put a lot of work into this and I don't want it to go to waste. Well anyways.PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! So just press that little button down there and place your review there. Oh and if any of you is confused about the last part, it's supposed to be the to and from on the letter. Oh and if any of you can help me think of a title that would be great thanx.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything so don't sue me.
'.' thinking "." talking (.) authors notes
Untitled at moment
By evil camera
"Okay, now can anyone tell me the answer to this quotation?"
'No, these sleeves are too puffy.'
"Daidouji-san?"
'That's even worse then before!'
"Daidouji-san!"
"What!" Tomoyo yelled at the teacher looking up from her notes, or rather sketches.
"Daidouji-san, you may be a top fashion designer in Tokyo but that doesn't excuse you from paying attention in class," the teacher replied sighing and turning back to the board.
"Yes, Madam Snake," Tomoyo mumbled turning to a fresh page.
"What was that?" the teacher asked turning around looking at her.
Tomoyo quickly pasted a smile on her face "I didn't say anything," she said sweetly. The teacher stared at her questioningly before turning back towards the board again.
After school Tomoyo and her friends were discussing plans for later. "How about the movies?" Sakura suggested.
"Nah, there aren't any good ones anymore," Syaoran said.
"Okay how about we go to that new café down the street?" Sakura said.
"That's a great idea, c'mon lets go," Tomoyo said walking a little faster to her car. "Tomoyo-chan, are you sure. I mean you don't have any plans right?" Sakura asked looking at her best friend.
"Of course not I cleared my schedule. The only thing that could pull me away is." Tomoyo's phone cut her off.
"Moshi, moshi. Can I help you?" Tomoyo asked speaking into the little red phone.
"Ummm, yes. Ms. Daidouji the new vice president is here."
"Ohh, well I'll be there soon, ok, bye." Tomoyo turned off the phone and looked at her friends "Guys I'm so sorry, new employee, I'll see you later k?" she said as she got into her black convertible.
"Yeah, oh and don't forget the blind date you have at 6:30," Sakura said quickly as Tomoyo started up the engine.
"I won't." She yelled before she drove away.
"You know, I just don't get it. Why do are you still setting her up after 18 turn downs?" Syaoran asked as they started walking again.
"There is always hope Syaoran, always hope," Sakura said cheerfully.
Tomoyo parked in her usual spot and walked towards the towering office building. "Rachael are you sure this was the only time he could come?" Tomoyo asked the American secretary as she stepped into the large area in front of her office.
"He wouldn't come any other time miss," Rachael said handing Tomoyo a manila folder.
"What's this?" Tomoyo asked flipping through it.
"His profile."
Tomoyo stepped into her office to see a teenager sitting in the leather chair before her desk. Tomoyo sat down looking up at him, he couldn't have been more then three years older then herself. Midnight blue hair, sapphire eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. He was cute.
'But just look at his clothes!" Tomoyo thought. He was wearing a regular dress shirt and tie, and Tomoyo hated formalities.
"Well Hiiragizawa Eriol," she said looking through the folder, " I see that indeed you are qualified enough to be our new vice president. Hi grades, organized." she said not looking up. (A.N. Ok now she starts talking about the rules and stuff so lets just skip that part)
"Ummm Daidouji-san can I say something," Eriol said after Tomoyo had finished, "I've seen your designs and aren't they a bit eccentric?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Tomoyo said looking up.
"I mean that in my opinion they're just a little too colorful and how do I say this. clownlike."
(A.N. In this story most of Tomoyo's designs are like when she was ten)
'Ok don't kill him Tomoyo, we can't afford to lose the only person whowas daring enough to take this job.' Ignoring her thoughts Tomoyo exploded.
"Hey my clothes are meant for those that are daring, and I don't think you have the right to critizize me on that!" she shouted.
"Well excuse me for giving you some constructive criticism," Eriol said calmly shrugging.
" Constructive criticism! Why you!" Tomoyo was about to throw a paperweight at him but restrained herself. " Hey, just shut up and leave," she said sitting down and rubbing her temples.
Eriol got up and slammed the door ever so slightly but still causing Tomoyo to wince.
'I hate him. Ha and to think you thought he was cute earlier. Shut up!' Tomoyo was constantly arguing with herself on the strangest things.
'Oh who cares, as long as I'm here I should work a little." Tomoyo thought turning to the drawing board. Thirty minutes later Tomoyo gazed up at the steel clock and rushed out of the room.
The clock read 6:15.
When she arrived at the restaurant Tomoyo soon found her blind date.
'Oh my god, he is ugly! And just look at his clothes!' As soon as she sat down and greeted him he started rambling on about stocks. Tomoyo sighed and leaned back in the chair.
'This is going to be a long night.'
When she arrived home a letter awaited her on her desk.
"One of the maids must have put it here," she said quietly picking it up and looked at the address. Disgusted she threw it in the trash can without even opening it.
To Tomoyo Daidouji From Sonomi Daidouji
A.N. Well did you like it? I hope you did. I put a lot of work into this and I don't want it to go to waste. Well anyways.PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! So just press that little button down there and place your review there. Oh and if any of you is confused about the last part, it's supposed to be the to and from on the letter. Oh and if any of you can help me think of a title that would be great thanx.